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sleepymaggieI've been trying to formulate a post about FSG in my head for a while now. To say something about all that happened. All I get is fragments, nothing solid.
Shapes:
Cold and wet and cold. Tired on the hard ground. Told my voice is crappy. Morning sunlight. Kissing. Power of litha. Teasing. Late at the fire circle. Riding in golf carts. Taking care of my volunteers. Sarongs. Making a talisman. Learning to use my hands. Heat and light. Lack of sight. Knowing Holly and Oak and honoring them, twice.
Part of me wishes I could say more -- that I could shape words into something solid. Part of me wants to let it lie without saying a word, to let the time be in memory.
Ah well.
(One of the few things that does come together are my thoughts on the CODE ritual. It was lovely and I am grateful every time they ask us back.)
Shapes:
Cold and wet and cold. Tired on the hard ground. Told my voice is crappy. Morning sunlight. Kissing. Power of litha. Teasing. Late at the fire circle. Riding in golf carts. Taking care of my volunteers. Sarongs. Making a talisman. Learning to use my hands. Heat and light. Lack of sight. Knowing Holly and Oak and honoring them, twice.
Part of me wishes I could say more -- that I could shape words into something solid. Part of me wants to let it lie without saying a word, to let the time be in memory.
Ah well.
(One of the few things that does come together are my thoughts on the CODE ritual. It was lovely and I am grateful every time they ask us back.)
